Tony French

war

She was a bard,
proud to be party to
the story of Being, being assembled
and worked on by a population in transition.
Being called in from an ancient Anglo-Norman minstrel
of the British Isles, Arthur (or Martha) the Brave.

And so, after a lengthy period
of being deeply impressed by the Mystery
that is the Grail and the Grail Mysteries – and yet is unspecified,
being handed down in the form of an oral branch
of the saga that is our infinitely storied tree of life….

She could now develop and grow
both fertile and productive, and of every crop.
and by works of literature felt fertilized within
such fertile belly, and many productive births…
Joseph is always with her, and Mary does not leave him behind.

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Yang:

Breathtaking Study: From Ritual To Romance

The subject of this awe-inspiring study
is a great war fought in our realm
between the forces of Alchemy and Astrology.

Bellorum was the leader in these times.
Her Latin name means both ‘beautiful’
(as both the genitive masculine plural
and genitive neuter plural of ‘bellus’ – ‘beautiful’),
and ‘war’ (as the genitive plural of ‘bellum’ – ‘war’).

So in this time as the leader, she can see both the beauty
in Astrology and Alchemy, and know how also they go to war.
One brings the stars to the atoms,
the other the atoms to the stars.
There is a similarity between them and a difference.

In the first part of this study,
during the time of this war,
we see a ritual where Bellorum
is being greeted in welcome
by the Countess.

There is waste all around.
The Count is dead.
There is no male or female heir.
There were no children.
She was always barren.
The land and the people
were laid to waste
long before this war.

But now, with the Count gone as well,
Both Beauty is barren and Power is defeated.
Like white cliffs are both the Widow and the land.
But no greater difference is there between her and Bellorum.

Bellorum knows both beauty similarity and war of difference.
She as the leader wants to restore peace in the kingdom.
So it is not a ritual of welcome that she enacts.
But a genuine love, and especially for the men of the kingdom,
those that made war in emphasizing difference.

She bequeaths fertility and abundance to the wasteland.
The seeds that lie in the earth of alchemy
are blessed by astrology’s sunlight and warmth.

The men bear witness to her peace-giving powers.
The older call her ‘niece’ and the younger ‘aunty’.
Those her age call her sister and beloved and Queen.

We hated those men then,
With all we could muster,
Who bore down above us,
With blades bloody-lustred.
Who tore us from land,
And forced us here into danger,
Where the heart beats on fire
At the hands of a stranger.

In our rage we were hardened,
To confront the dark lords,
Those steel eyes of requirement
To submit to their swords.
Though our hearts lay wide open
To the rivers of blood,
In our anger-filled frames,
We were as large as the gods.

And our chests grew like furnaces
Roaring with logs,
And our cries were the ravings
Of wolves and wild dogs.
And our teeth showed their edges,
And our brows ran with sweat,
As we fixed on our foe,
And knew blood must be let.

In a wave of defiance,
We ran forward to fight.
And our fierce pride dared them
To question our might.
Arms and hearts reaching upwards,
We exploded in red,
Yet our anger declared
We’ll not be of the dead.

For our hearts harboured children,
And wives and kinfolk.
In our crazed cries of courage,
It was for them that we spoke.
So we called on the gods
Of rage, weapons and war,
To put fire in our chests,
And burn brave evermore.